ALOK MISHRA - POEMS

Born in India in 1981, Alok Mishra is a teacher and an award winning poet.  He has had a keen interest in writing poems since a very young age. His poems have been published in various journals and websites in several countries. He loves to write spiritual and romantic poems. 

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                                    My Lovely Bud
 

O my lovely bud,
I wish you
To be my flower,
You are one
Who can decorate my bower 
That is desolate
And sends idea
Gloomy
To my conscious. 


If  I am not your sun,
Moon is not far
From your glance.
My eyes are always stuck
To your face
Waiting veil of pink petals
To be opened. 
Winter's night terrifies me 
As my flower is beyond my view. 
You have many a hue
Which enhances
Your beauty,
The only thing
That can overcome my fear.
O my dear! O my dear! O my dear!
 
 

                         Awake My Lovely Child


The light wind comes
From the east
Conveying
The soothing warmness
Of  golden beams;
Afterwards whispers
In my half slumbering ears.
“Awake my lovely child,
Quit all that is not mild.
Why don’t  you dance?
I have approached to you
In your big chance.”
 
The whole time of the first day
Crept,
Not touching a golden ray.
I dare awake
On the second one;
All the members are anxious
For the sun.
 
 
 
                                       My True Lover
 

Having veiled myself,
I am sitting
And waiting for thy coming,
Taking a belief in the core of my heart
That thou wilt come and unveil me.
 
I am afraid how
I will face thou,
As I did infidelity
With my evergreen lover.
 
I am afraid how
I will show
My injured limbs
That I could not save
From the cruel hands of night - kings.
 
I am afraid how
I will address thou
My only lord,
As I did pass
Through many a yard.
 
I am afraid how
I will allow
My trembling conscience to be one with thine,
As it was once a defiant one
Without having an impending effect.
 
I am afraid how
I will surrender my desire to thou,
As it was once
An unruly king of a narrow empire.
 
A lot of seekers groped my anatomy,
But none could touch the throne of thine.
By thy grace,
I am able to save the holy place
That is witness of my love.
 
Come and unveil me
So that my all fears
May go,
And only two may remain.